歌词:
He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness
Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
In Satan's beauty, life was found
A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...
